It is a Jungle Out There
A few summers ago, when lawn services pushed warning flags of caution into suburban lawns (alerting children and animals alike to STAY OFF!) I headed out to pluck and cuss. My fingers and thumb engaged in a weed tug-of-war; with me being determined to prove which of us species was the stronger. Knowing that if I plucked only its little weed-neck, spidery roots would return with a vengeance in a matter of weeks.
One season, I convinced myself the tiny green plants looked “quaint” growing between the bricks. I told myself I was going for the “cottage-y” look. When I returned from a vacation, my quaint brick décor was 23 inches high. Our home moved right past “cottage-y” and straight into “abandoned lot,” which I’m not sure the neighbors appreciated.
There must be a better, and better-for-you, option than the herbicides we had sprayed over previous years. Staring at my 100-foot long brick walkway, I tapped my flip-flopped toes. How to make this…fun?Read More »